Love is said to cure a broken heart
Love is said to cure years and years apart
Can love really outrun all?
Without being the main cause of the downfall
I've spent life trying to figure it out
But it's never changed much without a doubt
Why give someone the power to snap you in two,
And never plan a way out if they do?
But how do you love without trusting
When all you're doing is dusting
Trying to find where the split began
And why when you had the chance you never ran
Yet why are we so dependent on others?
We'd never live without our mothers
Deception conceals itself waiting for you to provoke
When it shows itself love becomes a cruel joke
When love turns dark it becomes hate
But you'll never lose the first of the two which is the cruel fate
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoesíaAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
